Friday, March 17, 2017


Abra - Had - Dabra 

Let the masters of the disguised Arts

Come to bear one’s wishes for the four parts

Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra

Masters of Shan - Gri - La

Meet one halfway in the circle 

Of night and secrets forever idle 

Wednesday, March 15, 2017


There is a method to my madness, she said, once in a pale moon ago. 

A formula to open up my universe, like the peeling of an onion, and the unraveling of my secrets for you…she said, once in a pale moon

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Hand in Hand

Stupidity and vanity go hand in hand. A pair of gloves that fits a pair of hands. It’s the reason why some are much easier to lure than others.

It’s the reason why one would, and should, smile, upon the misery that the arrogant hand shaking one’s own has to enjoy, in the cleansing that is The Hunt…

Monday, February 27, 2017

Time To Decide

Glory in the basking light of the lord of all mundane light….or that miserable, pointless little life in your hands.

The time is ripe to chose, oh scarlet beauty… 

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Take Me

how shall you take me 

pretty, little, lost lady

will you come to eat me

devour the vices from head to knee

and let your beauty enchants me

Friday, February 24, 2017


To understand the night one should first and foremost learn how to listen to the sighs and moans of the aether, just prior to and after a sacrificial offering. 

Only then and then only, shall one learn to listen to the whispers of the evergreen night shades, and the rise of the one whose light surpasses all shadows.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Take A Stand

Stand proud among the weak, the meek, the lambs to the slaughter. Take no shit from the shitty community, and set out proud to shit on their cracked skulls. 

All hail the stubborn fucker who did not want to budge from a test of physique with my front fender last night. You truly took no shit from anyone…

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

A Sense of Danger

Danger is that silent, tranquil, breezy, benign morning, when you are so confident about the future that you would grasp the open hand of a stranger….

Monday, January 30, 2017

A Homage Inspiration

You can always count on a busty pin up for some hunting ‘inspirations’. 

The kind that spice up the whole pursue, overcome and dominate ritual into a sort of pilgrimage.

As wordy as it may seem it does make the whole experience feel like homage to the divine atavism of time immemorial….in short: nothing beats orgasm with the full scent of blood at hand.